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My books are written for the gay market, mostly. Like Emma ─ and Jenny, as she'll tell you presently ─ my first novel was inspired by personal experiences, although larded with generous dollops of fantasy of course.
I'd had lots of girlfriends by the time I was in my late thirties. I'd even married the last one and was sad when she divorced me. It was a fair cop; I'd been shagging my secretary. But she soon tired of my moods after the separation.
An old mate, whom I had kept in touch with since my school days, came over one afternoon for a pint. His wife was away and he was bored. We were pretty pissed when the pub closed and Trevor realized he'd missed the last tube. I said he could stay the night and thought nothing of it when I got into my bed beside him. He was fast asleep and, soon, so was I.
When I woke, it was still dark and Trevor's arm was across me I could feel his cock pressing against my back. It was erect. So was mine. It always is in the mornings, especially after a bellyfull of real ale. I moved his arm and went for a piss. As usual, I had to sit down and bend forward to do it. When I got back into the bedroom, Trevor was awake. He looked at my stiffy, which still jutted out parallel to the floor.
When I got under the covers, he put his arm around me again and took hold of my penis. He just held it lightly. He didn't move his hand at all.
'This cock of yours is very big, Colin.'
I was usually horny in the mornings but I had no thoughts of doing anything with my friend but I rolled over and felt his dick. It was still stiff but very small. I hadn't had much experience of seeing men naked. Not since school; and I'd always thought pricks didn't vary much in size. Not "that" much anyway. I wondered if he was fully erect and, without thinking, started to rub him to see if he got bigger.
'That's nice,' he said and started wanking me. He pulled me closer and kissed me on the mouth. I didn't like that. His face was bristly and his kiss was quite rough. But my cock liked what he was doing and I lay back as his other hand took hold of my balls gently. I felt his finger between my legs. It started circling my rectum.
'Do you like that?'
'Who doesn't,' I replied.
He was still rubbing my cock and I came over my chest.
I felt guilty because he hadn't come.
'What about you?' I said finding his penis again and wanking it.
I wanked him for ages with no effect. I wanted him to come. I knew what I liked from women, so I went down on him. I pulled his foreskin back and licked his glans while my hand pumped away. His erection was gradually softening. Eventually, he said 'I'm not going to come'.
'You probably need a slash,' I suggested.
He was limp.
We got dressed and I made some tea before he sloped off home. I didn't see him again for nearly a year.
Next time we went for a drink, I invited Trevor back to have dinner with me. I didn't want to get quite so drunk this time. I had a vague ulterior motive too. While we were drinking, I remembered him rubbing my dick and rimming my arse and started to feel horny. I didn't have a new girlfriend yet.
I found a passage in a pornographic novel that described an older woman undressing two schoolboys and sucking one of them. I suggested that Trevor read the passage while I cooked.
As I was putting the dirty plates in the kitchen Trevor put his arms round me from behind. I could feel his erection against my bum. I leant back into the embrace.
'Do you feel like a cuddle?'
I thought his choice of words slightly dissonant, but turned and kissed his this time not so stubbly cheek and felt his groin.
We went upstairs and undressed. Suddenly, I wanted nothing but to suck his cock. I knelt and took it in my mouth.
'Get on the bed,' he said, almost commanded.
I thought he was going to fuck me. I wanted him to. I was glad he was so small; I could take that. I wanted to feel what having something up your arse, other than your own finger, felt like.
He arranged me on the bed sitting upright with him facing me, our legs interlocking. He was wanking me with firm, fast strokes. I tried to do the same to him but his erection was softening. When I came, it was so violent that my spunk shot up into his hair. It was one of those really excellent orgasms that happen when you least expect them.
We got up and had a drink – whisky I think. I soon started to feel horny again. I wanted him to use my arse but dared not suggest it. We were both, to all intents and purposes, totally straight men having a bit of fun. Anyway, that was my interpretation. It was summer and we had only put our shirts back on. I tried to re-arouse Trevor's prick with my hand. I went down on him again. The thrill of feeling something go from soft to hard in your mouth was new to me.
'Let's go back upstairs,' he said.
I wanked him on the bed for ages without a result. Eventually, I really needed another drink. I lit a cigarette as I poured them and was still smoking it when I returned to the bedroom and put the two glasses on the floor beside the bed.
'Why not suck me off while I finish this?' I said, indicating the fag by holding it up.
He knelt in front of me and sucked my engorged cock. I stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the tallboy and took him back to bed, hoping I could make him come. Perhaps he would fuck me.
We wanked each other until I came on my chest. He obviously wasn't going to. I asked him about it. I felt guilty having all the pleasure.
'The truth is I just don't fancy men Colin. I really like being kissed and cuddled though.'
I never asked him to do it again on our sporadic outings.
*****
Months later, I started to fantasize about homosexual sex again. I eventually plucked up the courage to place an ad in the lonely hearts column. What should it say?
*BI-CURIOUS,* 38 but still too yellow to hang
round bars, wishes to meet similar for adventure.
I got three replies. The first one I binned; it went on about God. I'm a militant atheist. No that's the wrong word; I "know" there's no God rather than just "believe" there isn't one. Creative principle in the universe? Sure! But if there was an old geezer with a beard outside of the universe, we couldn't experience him. Time didn't exist "before" the big bang. The whole idea was self-contradictory and, if you thought about it, plain daft. I didn't need the distraction of listening to a God botherer during sex. I'd even dumped a gorgeous Chinese girlfriend because she had God.
I phoned the second man. He sounded like a career pooftah and talked about vicars and choirboys. When he told me he had lost and eye, it was the last straw. I was glad when he didn't call back.
The third letter was quite long and very erotic. The man described his fantasy of being slowly seduced by candlelight with soft music playing. He wanted to feel my spunk hitting the back of his throat. I phoned him.
'My name's Colin. You replied to my ad.'
'Hi. Thanks for ringing.'
'Is it OK to speak now?'
'Yeah, I'm alone.'
We told each other the bare minimum about our predicaments. I was straight up to now – I didn't mention Trevor – but wanted to find out if my fantasies were anything more than that.
'Your voice sounds sexy. I've got my dick out.'
I imagined it. I could feel my dick oozing liquid in my pants.
'Hey, you're getting me horny now.'
'Good. Let's meet.'
We described ourselves and arranged to meet in a bar in town the next weekend.
He had reddish curly hair and was slightly overweight though not grossly so. He worked for a television company. After our second pint of Adnam's, I decided I liked him enough and invited him home.
I tried my best to realize his fantasy. I put some Mozart on, opened wine and sat beside him on the sofa. My hand went to his knee and I leant against him. He kissed me and my hand felt his erection though his trousers. He felt mine. I unzipped his flies and put my hand inside them. His cock was already free of his pants. I rubbed it gently. He started to unbutton my shirt. I was getting impatiently horny.
'Shall we go upstairs and get it over with?'
He seemed disappointed at my alacrity, but we went upstairs.
I knelt and took him in my mouth. His dick was bigger than Trevor's but, to my relief, not huge. As I sucked him, I undressed. We fell onto the bed and wanked each other for a while.
'You've got a great cock,' he said.
'I've never had any complaints,' was all I could think of by way of reply.
I wanted to go down on him again and when I did, he found my prick with his mouth too. His foreskin was tight when my lips pushed it back over his glans. He started rubbing my shaft fast with his hand and I gave him his greatest wish. It was almost painful as he sucked and swallowed. Despite his best efforts, some of my spunk went on my chest. Somehow, I didn't like it when he smeared it into my body hair, but I wanted to finish him off with my hand. I still wasn't sure about the health risks of letting a stranger come in my mouth.
Despite trying, I just couldn't bring him off. What was I doing wrong?
We went downstairs for another drink and talked about music. When the bottle was finished, we went back to bed. I was feeling horny again and started wanking him. He did the same for me.
'Would you like to fuck me?' Maybe this would make him come.
'You'll have to wear a johnny,' I said.
I found one in a drawer and put it on him.
I lay back with my knees up and pulled my buttocks apart and he pushed into me. His dick didn't go in easily and it felt uncomfortable. I determined to relax but he wasn't pushing hard enough to get more than halfway. In the end, he gave up and we slept. He was gone in the morning and I never heard from him again.
I felt I still didn't really know what sex with a man was like. But I remembered imagining that I was a woman as I hugged him on top of me with his prick between my legs. Perhaps that was what I wanted.
I had tried on my wife's tights and shoes once – ages ago – but had never thought of going further.
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